I am wrapped in my blanket this morning, the heat of August forgotten.I am celebrating October, the season of the ancients.I am sending blessings, grateful for your prose.Lovely photograph.Namaste,Sherry

We can cry so fully to release the clouds from the sky, to where new songs can be heard singing, and to where the sun always shines. We can create our own internal weather. It is all beautiful if seen from above.